Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-10-30

Llk GAQNANA -
0Tm sorry 10 disturb you, my dear.
Eut here is little Mrs. Ferrari wanting to
know when she may say a few words 70
you"
Agnes burned to Henry betores she replied.
eYou remember Emily Bidwell, my
favorite pupil years g ut the village
school. and afterward nv maid? She Ieit
me 10 marry an Italian courier, named
Ferrari--aDd / am afraid it has not turned
ont very well. Do you mind my having
her in here for q minute or two?" :,
Henry rose to take his leave. IL should
he glad to see Emily again at any other
time. " he said. But it is best that l
should 20 now. My mind is disturbed,
Agnes might say things to you, II 1
stayed here any longer, whieh-whle are
better not said now. ! shall cross the ensn-
mel by the mail tonight, and see now a
few weeks change will help me- de
took her hand. rs there anything IN the
world that / can do for yOu?' he asked,
yery earnestly. She thanked him, .
tried to release her hand. He held II with
9 tremulous lingering grasp. 'God oieSs
YOU, Agnesm ne said, in ialterlng tones
with his eyes on the ground. Her lace
finished again, aud the next instant turned
mailer than ever; she knew his heart a. we'll
as he knew it himself she was too as
tressed to speak. He lifted her hand 10
his Inns. kissed it f~eryently, and. without
looking at her again, left the room. The
nurse hobbled after him 10 the head oil the
stair: she had not forgotten the time when
The Younger brother had been the unsuc-
,sssful rival of the elder for the hand OF
Agnes. Don't BE- dOwnhearted, Master
Henry" whispered the old woman, WITH
the INSCRIPTIONS common sense OF persons
in the lower rank Of life. Try her again,
when you come back
Left alone for a few moments, Agnes
took a turn in toe room, trying 10 COM
pose herself. She paused before a httle
water color drawing on the wall, when
had belonged to her mother; it was her
own portrait when she was q child. How
much happier We should be, she thought
10 herself, sadly, 'if we never grew up!
The courier's wife was shown ln-a lit
tie. meek, melancholy woman, with white
eyelashes, and watery eyes, who courtesied
de~Eerentially, aud was troubled with q
small chronic cough. Agnes shook hanus
with her kindly. well, Emily, what can
| do for yOu?'
The eourier's wife made rather q strange
answer: Ppm afraid to tell you, miss.
as it such q very difficult favor to
grant? Sit down. and let me hear how
YOU are going on. Perhaps the petition will
slip out while we are talking. How does
,,nT,r hpahap hehaya tn yOuy'
Emily's light gray eyes looked more watery
than ever. She shook her head and sighed
r~esignedly.
al have no positive complaint to make
against him, miss. But Pm afraid he
doesn't care about me; and he seems to
take no interest in his home. | may al
| most saw he's tired OF his home. 1t might
he better for both Of us, miss, If he went
| travelling for aWhile-nOt to mention the
money, which is beginning to be wanted
sadly"
She put her handkerchief to her eyes,
and sighed again more resignedly than
ever.
81 don't quite understand, 4" said Agnes,
81 thought your husband had an engage,
ment 10 take some ladies to Switzerland
and Italy,"
soThaf was his i'll luck, miss. One OF
the ladies fell ill-and the others wouldn't
90 without her. They paid him a mOnth'S
salary as compensation, But they had en-
| Gagged him for the autumn and winter
and the loss is serious"
~ am sorry to hear it, Emily. Let MS
hope he will soon have another chance
ats not his turn, miss, to he recon-
mended when the next applications come
to the couriers' Office. fOu see, there are
80 many of them ont of employment just
now. If he could be privately recon-
meudedp- She stopped, and left the uu-
| finished sentence to speak for itself.
Agnes understood her directly. "You
want nv recommendation" she reiOined,
"Why couldn't you say so at Once?"
Emily blushed.
1T would be such n chance for nv hus'
band" she answered, confusedly. "A let
ter. inurririug tor Il good courier IA Sin
months engagement, miSs!l came 70 the
| Office this morning. It's another man
turn 10 be chosen-and the secretary will
recommend him. If my husband could
only send his testimonials by the am
post-with Just q word in your name, miss
it might turn the scale, as they say. A
~priyate recommendation between gentle,
folks goes sc tar
She stopped again, and sighed again,
and looked down at the carpet, as if she
had SOM private reason for feeling a little
ashamed of herself.
Agnes began to be rather weary OF the
persistent tone Of mystery in which hel
visitor spoke.
''If you want my interest with a friend
of mine" she said, why can't you tell
the name?"
The courier's wife began to cry.
'I'm ashamed to tell you. miss"
For the first time Agnes spoke sharply,
Nonsense, Emily Tell mi the name
directly-or drop the subiect-whicheveI
you like best"
Emily made a last desperate effort, She
wrung her handkerchief hard in her lap,
aud let off the name as il she had been let
ting of a loaded gun:
LORD Moutbarry!"
Agnes rose aud looked at her.
''You have disappointed me-" she said,
very quietly. hut with a look which the
courier's wife had never seen in her face be
fore. Knowing what you know, you
ought to be aware that il is impossible for
me to communicate with Lord MonthaTry.
always supposed you had some delicacy
Of feeling. / am sorry 10 find that | have
been mistaken"
Weak as she was, Emily had spirit
enough to feel the reprOOf. She walked in
her meek nOiseless way to the door. 81
beg your pardon, miss. am not quite sc
had as YOU think me. But beg your par
don, all the same
She opened the door. Agnes called heI
hack. There was something in the wo'
mans apology that appealed irrssistibly Il
her Just and generous nature. Come, >
she said, I'VE must not part in this way,
Let ME not misunderstood Won. What i
it that You expected me to do?"
Ehly was wise enough to answer thi'
time without any reserve. MY husband
will send his testimonials, miss, to Lord
Motbarry in Scotland. ] only wanted you
10 let him say in his letter that his wifi,
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